Tag Archives: inspiration

E. Stanley Jones makes the point that Christians are people of the long view. By long view, he means that we plan not only how to live today, but tomorrow and for eternity. Our big enemy in long-view planning is … Continue reading →

Every year a guru of one sort or another comes along to share a great secret with the world. The secret to health and long life . . . The secret to amassing a fortune . . . The secret to looking 30 … Continue reading →

Jews lived in Moslem Yemen for centuries. No one knows how they came to be there. Some speculate they arrived during the reign of King Solomon. Others believe they migrated with Roman troops around the first century. Cut-off from the … Continue reading →

It happened, in the providence of God, that I, as a teenager, became a disciple of Jesus in a shabby little church in a northern paper town. This congregation, for the most part, wasn’t loud and irritating; it consisted of … Continue reading →

One sunny June morning, I placed my helmeted two year-old son, Peter, on the child’s seat of my bike and we took off from the driveway for an hour joy ride. As we cycled through the neighbourhood, a warm breeze tickled … Continue reading →

Discouragement often knocks on the door of the lonely, sick and elderly. For decades Hope interceded for her family, church and community. Through her strong witness many came to Christ. Now Hope sits alone in her living room lamenting that … Continue reading →

Humility acknowledges the sufferings of Jesus and accepts that He suffered for us. Pride glosses over His sufferings and refuses to think about them. Humility acknowledges that only the cross erases sin. Pride says, “There are many ways to holiness. I’m not … Continue reading →

Is it possible that the same God who with a single word set the entire universe in motion, is interested in my everyday needs? Does He care about jobs and headaches, a lost dog, housing, broken hearts and dental work? … Continue reading →

In the middle of the night we’d awake to the sound of his gasps for air. We’d bundle him into a snow suit and carry him outside. While the rest of the street slept, we took turns pacing; back and forth; our steps squeaked on the front porch. Continue reading →

A few months before Christmas, Helen began attending our church. I introduced myself and found she had emigrated from Poland at the end of the Second World War, leaving all family members behind. At 63, without children, relatives or husband, … Continue reading →